Surprise

Part 3

Her hips jerked along his groin when his fingers dipped beneath the fabric to touch her most intimate place. She balanced her hands on his shoulders and whimpered when she felt one long finger probe gently and then slide into her.

He turned his lips to her cheek and whispered, "turnabout, Carter."

An exasperated breath escaped her mouth when two more fingers joined the first. Her hips moved of their own volition and she squeezed her eyes shut. When his thumb came down on top of her fabric- covered arousal and dragged a nail across it, she nearly came out of her skin. Her forehead fell to his shoulder and she relinquished the control she'd desperately tried to retain. Her body craved this too deeply to care who had the upper hand. She panted breathlessly against his neck and groaned when he stopped and pulled his hands away.

"Jack," she hissed against his ear. "Don't you dare-"

The rest of her words were cut off as he lifted her just enough to free himself from his sweatpants and then his fingers were replaced with something much, much sweeter.

"God," she breathed as his hands settled on her hips and pulled her flush against him. Her eyes fluttered shut at the delicious feel of his length pushing through her damp folds.

"Mmm," he groaned until his lips found a sensitive point on her neck and began to nurse with the suction of a starving baby.

Sam rolled her hips, retaining enough concentration to realize she really did have the upper hand, balanced as she was in his lap. The motion drove him deeper and she could feel the reverberations of his answering groan against the soft skin of her neck. Fleetingly, she hoped he'd left a mark below her collar line so no one would notice the bruise when she got back to base.

They rocked together for a time, breathless pants and murmured words of affection drowned out by the animated yellow people on the television behind them.

She clutched his shoulders tightly, not caring that she hadn't managed to get his shirt off. He hadn't bothered with hers either, though at one point he'd gathered enough concentration to force his hands to do something other than pull her hips deeper against him. Long, talented fingers strayed across the hard tips of her nipples through the lacy fabric of her bra. When he pinched and rubbed his nails over the tight little bids with each upward snap of his hips, Sam thought she would fly apart then and there. But he knew just how to lead her to the brink and pause, which caused more frustration than she currently had the patience for.

"Jack – damnit-" Her skin tingled and her legs burned. She was more than ready to come apart in his arms – if he would just. not. stop. at that crucial moment.

His answering chuckle as he laved her neck with broad sweeps of his tongue confirmed her suspicion; he was doing this on purpose.

She tightened her muscles as she slid back down on him and rocked her hips into his. The answering growl against her neck got her point across clearer than the words she'd been unable to correctly formulate. His fingers dipped beneath the lace and stroked deliciously across the sensitive nubs.

Sam had no choice but to clutch his shoulders to maintain her balance when he leaned her back and bent to envelope a hard peak with his mouth. Her hips arched sharply as his teeth replaced the sharp nails and long, dexterous fingers slipped between them to pinch her fabric covered arousal. She instantly convulsed in his arms, her release thundering down her spine to spill out of her every pore.

Her hips jerked against his as she struggled to maintain their established rhythm. Only when she'd collapsed shuddering against him did she realize he'd wrapped his hands around her hips and taken over. She squeezed her eyes shut and fastened her mouth to his neck, groaning at each deep thrust of his hips against her still trembling folds.

She could feel him follow her into orgasmic oblivion when his entire body tensed and his fingers dug so sharply into her hips that she knew she'd have bruises in the morning. His loud groan reverberated down his throat and against her lips so strongly that she slid one hand into his closely cropped hair for fear of being dislodged from his neck entirely.

When he collapsed against the cushions, breathing heavily, she snuggled close and relished the feel of overwhelming love and desire, not to mention exhaustion, flow through her body. She could feel his heart beat an erratic rhythm against her chest and his breath was hot against when she lifted her head to press a kiss to his lips.

He responded with eager delight and their mouths tugged deeply at one another as they lazily enjoyed the afterglow of good, albeit quick, sex. In the background, Homer droned on about something Sam couldn't quite make out and didn't care to try.

But, distracted as he was wont to be, Jack's lips slid from hers and he squinted over her shoulder.

"Did we just do it in front of Homer?" he asked an amused glint in his eyes.

Sam sighed and buried her nose in his neck. "Yes, Jack."

She didn't need to be looking at him to see the proud look spread across his face.

"Sweet."

THE END

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